”untitled” (project- self)

My heart is dust my soul's a remnant of a piece after a scattering blast, my mind is split between carelessness, wrath, madness and apathy... I don't know what's worth I don't know how's to have. To trust. By Júlio C. Carlos. Find my books at: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XN5CG4J/ref=sr_1_6?ie=UTF8&qid=1487964713&sr=8-6&keywords=love+of+a+hibiscus

Now that’s a review!

As every indie writer knows, self publishing is a really competitive sphere, tons of books are published worldwide every single day, and places like Amazon, Smashwords, Lulu, Kobo and alike, are the places to go when you are a newbie in the business. But the struggle just starts once you go through all the mind-breaking…Read more Now that’s a review!

Slaves of opinion

Eyes carrying no life. Soulless. Mindless. A rule. Dispersing disease. Descending.   There is no colour here suffocating weight of grey. The search for the steady wanting it with plead, unknowingly continuing to breathe.   They’ll never start to be, for they don’t know the meaning of ‘to become’. No opinion, vain gazes wandering around.…Read more Slaves of opinion

Calm down my own self

Calm down oh my own self, that stirs his mind for feeling too much, or you’ll lose all you have in madness with no end. Calm yourself oh my own self, that dares act in sincere ways in a world of lies, or you’ll waste the shortage of your days. Calm oh self that is…Read more Calm down my own self